Her eyes bled into mine, the way syrup bubbles into submission on a scalding fry pan

The way she walked was a hypnotist’s pocket watch

A stature only hypothetical, anthetical to anything else I’ve found in life

Nothing made sense the way she does, I mean

When I approached her nothing changed, no predilection became void, I only watched with eyes outside of myself as I melted into something new

Something palpable and shapable, a sandcastle amid a rolling tide

I am my own person, skipping across a midnight beach hoping to be swallowed

I imagine the bottom of ocean envelops you, yes, and if I sank there and became whole I would spread around the world with news of her

Like grainy sand encompassing the beach and ocean

I feel much lesser here, and whole, and wholly new, and who knew the hole that grew would find home solely for her

If I told the Reddened woman I’d be anything for you

I bet she’d laugh and wave it off, but know that it’s the truth

So leaves the mist, and becomes the scarlet dew